Food, Faith, and Life (Eat, Pray, Love was already stolen)

Walking the Schoharie

Author’s Note: This piece was based on several long walks (bordering on hikes) that I’ve taken while I had my graduates on their celebratory trips.

Walking the stony grounds–
Splashing waves,
Boulders and pebbles–
Fog obscures the sun.
The flow is only half the channel.
A black cat paws through the other side
Looking for mice or crawfish.
The caw of crows is broken by the distant siren.

I am alone.
The unfamiliar terrain
Holds an empty, foreboding feeling.
The silent, siren song
Leaves no peace,
Only a troubling of the waters
With no angel
To soothe the world’s ills.